"There's been some explanation given to us, that it was something involving magic gone wrong. Everyone who belonged here, save a small handful, were suddenly absent, and then people began being brought in from elsewhere. ...Such as us. And a great deal of... things... all sorts of sundries, from children's toys to trees, were relocated from wherever they'd been previously, to form a barrier that's been restricting travel here.

"This place is called Auradon." She gestured a little around them. "And there's an island we've recently reached by boat, after clearing a path to the docks on our side, where yet other people brought here were trapped. And most of them returned with us." It was difficult to read how she felt about that part from the look on her face, neutral as she was managing to keep it. "On the Isle, there's a similar problem of barriers having appeared... but there, the issue is a mass of thornbushes of some sort I've never seen before. The place is horrid, even from what little I've seen of it from the shore... polluted, lifeless.... I've been informed that it was a prison of some sort. The whole island!" She looked back to him, lifting her hands a bit in a gesture of exasperation. For as schooled as her expression had been a few sentences ago, she as clearly expecting him to disapprove as well, it seemed.

Teenagers, right? So dramatic....